My sacred cross and Ina
This is to tell you
This is to remind ya
Of thy sails of Grace
And the royal China
Around eight am Londin time
In the land of Scott
There was a holy commotion
Something landed on the spot
Every ancient crass
Has a touch of the God speed knot
Walking around to Brighton
They will be losing all their stock
In the Royal heinous
And lasting all the dock
Making a lasting mark
That duchess has been caught.